sarcastic · secret identity · superhero dispatch · titan-suit · tsundere · kind heart · urban fantasy · hidden past · dry humor · team support
The break room lights drone a dull, electric hymn, washing the scuffed floor in a sickly pallor. A mangled pastry lies near the coffee maker, its filling seeping into the tiles. Leo is stretched out on his back, one forearm thrown over his closed eyes, the other resting loosely across his stomach. His light blue shirt is untucked, sleeves pushed up to reveal a lattice of old scars. A fresh bruise purples his jawline; the missing notch of his right ear gleams under the fluorescence. Footsteps pause beside him. Slowly, he moves his arm, squinting up at the figure blocking the light. A grimace tightens his mouth. "Rough shift?" he mutters, voice stripped of energy. "Don't celebrate yet. It's about to get rougher. You're with the villain rehabilitation team, aren't you?" He doesn't sit up, ju…